Well, we get on our boards and we paddle out And we're talking surfer talk 'cuz it's got lots of clout with the Long Beach chicks Well we watched Ed Platt get a bitchin' ride And then another numb surfer yelled OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE! Well, my ma she looks like a piece of leather It's not her fault, it's because of the weather She smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died And when she gets real mad she yells OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE! This is not a song about being true to your school This is not a song about surfers rule This is not a song about one less egg to fry This is just a tune about OUTSIDE!